Love child accident born to children themselves
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She nearly died on the table giving birth to her first back in '63
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That was my sister Irene
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Moved into the trailer park in Ithaca, New York
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Took another job while he was going to school
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Another mouth to feed
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Well, that was me
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Oh round and round and round we go
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The seasons melt away like snow
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Oh round and round and round we go
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The years they pass away and life goes on
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Couldn’t stop trying too damned hard
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Being everything to everybody
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But he couldn’t hold up his heart
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And it broke him down
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So he left that town
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Moved again to the cold blue North, little town on the sea
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Innocent dreams of hope that they’d grow to be
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A little better than what he had
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Oh round and round and round we go
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The seasons melt away like snow
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Oh round and round and round we go
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The years they pass away and life goes on
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Father, eagle-scout, mentor, boy
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Silence the table with that bear in your voice
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My frozen fear, my swallowed tears
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Always coming down the hardest on the ones that you love best
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All my life I’ve looked to your eyes
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I’m looking back on the younger me trying so hard
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A fragile bird in the golden girl seeking love
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Her father’s child, walking in his stride
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And I’m looking now at the older man you’ve turned out to be
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The hardness has softened to empathy
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We’ve made amends, we’re better friends
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Oh round and round and round we go
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The seasons melt away like snow
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Oh round and round and round we go
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The years they pass away and life goes on |